Pregame Video (MV)

Ain't made a track in some weeks
When I'm not working I'm probably sleep
There is no motivate
This feeling won't go away
I gotta get through to you people

And get what I used to
I miss all them plays
Your interest is going away
Or isn't in season, what is the reason?
I said I be sleep most the time

But the struggle is keeping me up late at night
And most people tell me to get out my mind
As if I could find all the answers in them
If I tell you your part of the problem, what then?

My best work has come out of sadness
Used to succumb to the madness
I kept me a couple of mistress
I hated just bein a misfit

I used to pull up to the party with confidence you'd never seen in a nerd
And all out of pity, you tell me you're loving my sound in a song you ain't heard
I know that you mean well
But I'll pass on all that fake shit
Let's face it
You don't really believe that I'll make it

I'm glad that my shoe game been crazy cuz I'm only spending on rent and my baby
I go outta town in a week and yet I'm still wondering if imma make it
Life hit my pockets whenever I cash in check and I think ima save it
That's just the cold-heart truth, you don't want to admit so I'll say it

We letting the internet dictate our worth
We want all the perks with minimum work
And If they pop percs, then You poppin them too
They say they got ops, now you poppin them too
Cuz you'd rather follow than being alone
You hate on yourself saying everything's wrong
Now you'll go finding yourself all in others
Create a new image to bury you under

If we get money we gotta show off
If they don't know we got it they'll say we fell off
Posted a video, nobody cared
Made a new song, nobody shared

You spend all your time being no one but you
Until you find someone that you can be too
If it's working for them then it should work for all
Cuz what people want, just isn't your call

Now everybody's the same
She give me top
She give me brain
Only blue hunnits I'm making it rain
She dance for my niggas, we runnin a train

I hit the op when he out with his lady
She hit my phone later, She think I'm da baby
Now niggas claiming it's smoke
Whip out the glizzy and I do the most

Chopper make y'all niggas dance
This money forever it's not an advance
Louis to keep up the pants
These is McQueens, no they not stans

Money won't run out it come with extensions